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To put it simply, twelve different spatial concepts! His conceptual law of infinite stability may encompass the entirety of non-chaotic concepts, but if he could ponder over these regalias, constructs that had reached to sovereign-level, his comprehension would skyrocket! No, skyrocket is an understatement! He believed that in a few decades or even a century, he may be able to reach the sovereign level!

In truth, he was awed by the middle-aged man’s display and wealth. His foundation, or the foundation of his force, must be absolutely terrifying to set up twelve regalias as array flags! The amount of wealth, time, effort, and difficulty to do so would be mind-blogging to even Shi Yan!

This meant that a group of heavenly commanders must’ve all reached the Sovereign-level of a World Law, and not a low-tier one but a top-tier World Law, and paid a heavy price to rip and condense a portion of heavenly law!

"If the invaders could invite such an expert...the Lycans chances are abysmal, to say the least," Yan Zaizen calmly speculated in his greed. It’s highly likely that in the upcoming years, Lycans will face the greatest calamity since their inception as a race.

"I wonder what’s the story behind this war," when he asked Amos earlier, he didn’t get a clear response. It had something to do with resources, but it couldn’t be that simple.

The invaders had essentially declared open genocide! They caged them in and was preparing for all-out war. If it was for territory or resources, perhaps the Lycans as a whole would’ve conceded and relented a piece of their possessions. Unless...they were far stronger than Yan Zaizen could see.

However, he had a distinct feeling that the Lycans as a whole was not innately powerful. It’s entirely possible that Xiha, the White Sirius Heavenly Monarch, was the strongest member of their race. He was a peak Heavenly Creation cultivator with his own defined path! However, Xiha was dead.

Eloah informed him that Xiha and the Lycans had a shaky past, it even led to him running to another heaven! It remains to be seen if he left them anything. It was entirely possible that Yan Zaizen, the current inheritor of Xiha’s legacy, had the key to obtain all that was left behind!

"I want that array." The more his thoughts drew on the situation and more his greed rose. That array was priceless and would be incredibly beneficial to him. His mind was formulating various strategies, but they were all either suicidal or impossible.

As he stood there in intense thought, the others who were closely huddled together inside his chaotic space barrier were silent. Ayala was particularly so. Her eyes even contained the wetness of tears as she held a broken object.

It was a life talisman!

This talisman was linked to the girl who chose to stay with the expert. She could still recall the young girl’s pleading expression as she urged her to rush over. To her, this girl was closer to her than the others. However, her survival instincts left her in conflict. Her indecision caused Amos to act and bring her over.

Because of that, she survived.

Because of that, the girl didn’t.

Amos and the others could feel the aura of pain and sorrow. They could only stay silent while praying for the younger girl to travel safely through her journey to samsara. They even formed a strange handseal while doing so.

Ayala saw this and a hint of thankfulness and deep emotion surged in her gaze. She also followed suit, holding the life talisman close. She recited a few words that seemed heavily practiced.

Yan Zaizen’s thoughts were disturbed by this. He looked at the others actions and felt intrigued. As a cultivator, he understood religion and the act of praying. Mortals often mistake cultivators as gods in barren lands, but it wasn’t something cultivators were subjected to.

Yet, cultivators who pursue the heavens were now doing so in unison. He felt an indescribable emotion in his heart after discovering why. There was no guilt, but there was an odd trickle of warmth.

"Soul Faith...praying for safe passage through Samsara..." Yan Zaizen felt that the 7th heaven was heavily based on religious principles and faith in the functions of the world. Perhaps it may not be too dominant, but it was definitely there.

He recalled Wang Li and the feeling he felt. "Could it be that he travels a path based on this? Or was it different?" As he was lost in his thoughts, the situation outside suffered new developments.

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Due to the kidnapping of Princess Itai, the Lycans, or at least a portion of them, were readying for all-out battle! As for the invaders, they were gearing up as well, but in a unified matter! A clear disparity in opinions and leadership was displayed right then and there.

At the Lycans side, in the largest and most terrifying realmship, a table of six was filled with prominent figures of the Lycan Race. This realmship had nearly three thousand cannons on each side of it! Each cannon could easily turn a fourth-floor Heavenly Genesis expert into dust! Embedded at the bottom of the realmship was a long-barreled cannon that seemed capable of eradicating an entire planet!

These six figures were currently in discussion on this terrifying ship.

"We MUST act now!!!" A tall figure with firm muscles, a sharp gaze, dressed in fur, and skin with a bronze sheen slammed the table in rage. This was King Moshe, the father of Princess Itai. His gaze was filled with madness for this daughter with a boy’s name.

The other five remained unmoved.

A middle-aged woman, one with a ruthless appearance and a long scar that went from her right eyebrow to her left jaw, coldly spoke, "You sent your daughter on a reckless mission, and when it fails, you wish to prematurely initiate war? Do you believe yourself so important?" Her voice contained a violent nature that seemed hard to conceal and her eyes revealed deep contempt.

The other four didn’t agree with King Moshe’s methods or risk. Furthermore, they had very little chance of winning an all-out war at the moment. They were currently attempting to call over support, but the response was rather slow. Despite that, without it, they were unlikely to win.

They couldn’t even compromise!

The Lycan Race as a whole and the Major Canis Realm was an eighth-level heavenly force! It was equivalent to the Sirius Titan Realm! However, their enemies, the Darnixian Race was far, far too strong! They were a ninth-level heavenly force, and it may be just a single level above, but the difference was massive!

The Darnixian Race was a hybrid race, much like the Lycans, but they originated from the Dark Phoenix. Their comprehension into fire, darkness, and nirvana laws were beyond imaginable! They were a race defined by two world law and one imperial law! Regardless of whether it was in the Bestial Path or Heavenly Path, they were monstrously gifted!

They even had a Heavenly Monarch until recently! The only Heavenly Monarch that was created from the Lycan Race was Xiha, the White Sirius Heavenly Monarch, but they had chaotically fierce differences and an even worse history. Besides leaving a small trove of legacies during his early Heavenly Monarch days, he left nothing else to this race.

Not a single life-saving treasure.

This left them sighing in deep regret. Especially the fact that Xiha had reached the peak of the Heavenly Creation Realm!

In truth, the only reason they weren’t completed eradicated by now had to do with the reasons and internal conflict of the Darnixian Race and their realm formation. With it, conquering them is exceptionally difficult.

In the Deluge Realm, Yu Shi could exhibit the strength of a fourth-floor Heavenly Genesis cultivator with the support of his realm and formations. In the Major Canis Realm, if all the Lycans were to work in unison, their power was terrifying to the extreme! Yet, despite this terrifying to the extreme power, it paled in comparison to a portion of Darnixian Race’s connections and resources!

Returning to the table, King Moshe’s breathing was heavy and his eyes contained intense killing intent.

"Your emotions are too unstable. If you were more capable, perhaps you would’ve been able to save her." A young man with crimson leather armor mocked, holding nothing back. His eyes emitted even more contempt than the middle-aged woman.

To think that Moshe wanted to cause their entire race to fall because of his incompetence! Keep dreaming.

Everyone silently agreed. Obviously, they were an aggressive bunch, but they were right. Even King Moshe, behind all that irrational rage, knew this in his heart. It was his greatest shame and his greatest regret - his weakness.

"We’ve received a message from the enemy!" A messenger, who seemed to have a rather high status amongst messengers, arrived. In his palm was a soul jade that recorded a message. He didn’t dare open it.

King Moshe’s eyes lit up and he demanded the message to be played immediately. No one objected.

When the messenger played the message, the first image that popped up with Itai’s naked body. She was tied up by coarse rope and all of her was revealed. There were faint traces of abuse on her soft skin, even blood constantly flowed near her groin. There seemed to be a deep laceration on her upper thigh. Her eyes particularly contained a sense of despair and weakness.

"Itai!" King Moshe fiercely shouted. His aura caused the entire room to tremble. His gaze seemed as if it wished to pull Itai from this image into safety. Into his arms!

The middle-aged man from earlier emerged. His expression carried a smile filled with mockery and elation. He licked Itai’s beautiful face with his long, red tongue. After he was done, he looked straight into the image, as if he was looking at King Moshe, "Your daughter, mhm! She’s quite delicious. Did you kno-" His words immediately elicited a response and King Moshe violently smashed the soul jade instantly.

If she was dead or her fate worse than that, he didn’t want to know. He just knew that he had to kill that bastard. The others didn’t have mockery in their eyes, nor did they have pity. To them, this entire scene was irrelevant and to be expected.

"We’ll wait!" King Moshe viciously declared. To him, it was no longer for survival, but for revenge.